The crucible of evening …

The crucible of evening spills molten silver

upon a leaden sea …

beyond the clouds the setting sun spins

gilded threads of alchemy

to shimmer and to shine on waves quiescent now

and stilled …

the magic cloak of night sweeps shoreward on the waves

to wrap this day and memories in starlight distilled … .

About atomsofstars

Reticent .. but I hope my poetry speaks for me .. Favourite quotation .. ' Uttering a word is like striking a note on the keyboard of the imagination.' Ludwig Wittgenstein
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